Curt Aldrich - Politician_s Teacher

She was still a little flushed of face and quivery as they rode the elevator upstairs.

It had become something of a bore to blame herself for enjoying sensual activities, and so she accepted herself for what she had become-a-more worldly young woman than her parents had raised. But she was still a virgin! She held that banner high.

It gave her an added sense of satisfaction to realize that she could enjoy herself physically while keeping her maidenhead intact.

"Lesson time!" she told Scotty as she entered the family suite where he was seated alone.

"Do we have to study this morning?" he asked, gazing hopefully at her.

Her blue eyes sparkled. "Well, what would you rather do?"

"What we did yesterday."

"But, Scotty, we can't do that every time! You have to study, too."

"We've only done it once so far," the earnest youth replied. "I'll study afterwards. I'll study hard!"

She had been told to draw the youth out of himself, to show him warmth, she recalled.

"Hard, hmm?" she said, smiling naughtily as she moved over to where he was seated He rose.

Melanie tenderly kissed him, applying slight pressure at first, then gradually becoming more heated as she worked his lips apart and slipped her tongue between them. She licked in and out of his mouth as she squirmed against him, letting him feel the twin pneumatic pressures of her tits. It was special fun to play like that with a young boy, whom she could control just as she could control the chauffeur, she felt.

Her hand slid between their bodies, seeking, and she found what she wanted: Scotty's teenaged hardness, pushing against the interior of his pants.

Melanie sank to her knees.

"Aaw, Miss Jones, that's so great!" the boy said as she took out his prick and began to stroke it. Rock-hard it was, like bone covered thinly by velvet, and its plump pink head swelled, aiming skyward.

Melanie leaned down and began to lick his cock.

"Oooooh, yeeeeeeah!" Scotty breathed, and pushed his eager dick into her mouth.

She shut her eyes and sucked him, rolling her tongue around his glans. She bobbed her head. Scotty rocked on the balls of his feet, fucking gently between her lunging lips.

This time she wanted to swallow all his sperm down, she decided, so she kept sucking and bobbing her blonde head until she felt him twitch against her tongue. She clamped her lips hotly around the collar of his cock and opened her throat in anticipation:

His spurts skimmed her tongue and struck the back of her throat, gliding down her gullet as she gulped. She kept lapping and sucking. She gurgled. Scotty's prick continued to twitch between her lips until she had swallowed all the jism which his adolescent balls could produce. After he had softened, she let his penis ooze out. She kissed 'the tip of it before putting it carefully back into his clothes so that the outside of them wouldn't be soiled.

"Wowwww!" Scotty breathed, and he grinned broadly. "That's really great, y'know?"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Melanie replied, rising to her feet.

She had enjoyed it, also, every bit of it… including the swallowing. She even licked her lips and swallowed a final time.

"Well," she said, "how about some History now?"

"Sure!" the lad replied.

Perhaps, Melanie speculated, she had stumbled upon the means to convert him into an eager Student.

Escaping from the car in the downtown section of the city had been motivated not by any desire on Bea's part to pursue the merchandise in the local stores. She had to do something about her hot panties.

Her husband had been busy with political matters lately, and neither Melanie nor the chauffeur offered what Bea needed at that particular time: A big, hard prick!

She strolled along the sidewalk, letting her eyes flick casually at the males who passed. Nothing doing. A Street pickup would have been too blatant, anyway, putting her in the same category as a common whore.

She turned into a department store and headed for the men's wear section. The first clerk she saw was gray-haired and tired looking. She passed him. A sporty young fellow with moderately long hair, fancy jeans, and a colorful shirt was waiting on a customer in the "college shop". Bea got a warm sensation between her legs, and she waited, studying a counter display of briefs.

"Looking for something in men's underwear?" the clerk inquired as he moved up behind her.

She looked over her shoulder and gave him a foxy smile. "Always," she replied.

"Well, you've come to the right place."

The clerk moved a bit closer to her and gazed into her eyes. He was cautious, she realized, because he couldn't risk offending a customer who was only being flirtatious.

Bea flashed back a hot look which sought to convince him she would go all the way. He moved closer still and rubbed the lump in his trousers against her.

"That's what I like in men's underwear!" she murmured shamelessly, and writhed a little.

There were no customers nearby. The dressing booths, in an alcove to Bea's left, were deserted.

The salesman noted the direction in which her gaze swept, and' picked up immediately on the silent suggestion. "Go ahead," he said. "I'll follow."

Casting one quick glance about, to make certain she wasn't being observed, Bea scampered into the alcove, entered one of the dressing booths, and pulled the door shut. Her heart hammered.

The door was jerked open in less than ten seconds, and the young salesman crowded in. "Shit, let's get it on!" he growled, and yanked the maturely beautiful brunette against him.

His prick was half-hard in his pants already, Bea noted with excitement, and she wriggled her hips to help it harden more. Her soft lips were parted by his tongue, which licked deeply into her hot mouth.

He anxiously pulled her skirt up.

Bea didn't object to the impetuousness of his onslaught because the circumstances called for it.

It was risky business to screw in public places, and it behooved both of them to get it done as quickly as possible.

She squirmed as he clutched her panty-clad buttocks, his fingers sinking into the supple, writhing flesh. As he pulled her panties down, she opened his fly. His spear thrust out, titled upward and quivering. It wasn't as big as she had hoped it might be-but, then, Linc had spoiled her. It certainly was hard enough, and it had a plump bare head which bulged rosily.

"Ooh, God… yesssss!" she hissed, almost jumping up and down as the clerk squatted quickly to remove her red-and-black, lace-trimmed panties.

There was a small bench at one side of the booth, and Bea hopped up onto it. She squatted, spreading her legs wide. This opened her pussy, which was already wet, and put it in perfect alignment for the young man's thrust. He paused only long enough to drop his pants and shorts to his ankles.

"Lady, you're terrific!" he said, pointed his prick at her snatch, and plunged.

"Aaaaahhhhgh!" she rasped, rolling her eyes and grinding her hips as the fellow's rigid penis glided all the way up her love canal.

He let his hardness soak and throb deep inside her as they gazed into each other's eyes, then he cupped her voluptuous buttocks in his hands to help support her and began to ram her against the wall of the dressing booth.

"Oooh, shit! You horny fuckerrr!" she groaned, and wrapped her arms around him as she fucked back.

They shook the booth.

The fucking lasted a frenzied thirty seconds, no more, but Bea was shaking with a full-blown orgasm when the stud went off, creaming the pit of her cunt.

He pulled his penis out of her with a slippery, sucking sound, and stepped back. He drew his clothes up and fastened them while Bea stepped down from the bench, found her panties, and wriggled them on. It took her only a few moments to regain her composure.